Matt's POV.
Rated M for themes and language (although I think I went easy on the cursing).
Contains Yaoi/malexmale/boyxboy/gay sex! Don't like, don't read (duuuh?)...
Wammy's house.
December 2007.
It wasn't the first time I had walked into our room to meet a big bag in the middle of it, but it was the first time I'd actually seen Mello go around filling it with his, all through black, clothes. I stayed put as he ran around me, growling as I was in the way. Blinded by fury he eventually bumped into my shoulder, some hard enough to leave bruises. I figured it'd be better to move.
As I watched him from my bed, I wondered if he was serious this time, if I'd manage to talk him out of it. Needing something to keep me calm I took the packet of stolen cigarettes from my nightstand, lighting one of them and filling my lungs with smoke, holding it in for as long as I could. I stayed quiet, unable to do anything other than observe, hoping in silence Mello just had a bad day.
"God damn it!", he shouted when he returned from the bathroom with his belongings, "Open the window!"
Dropping his toiletries with a sigh in the bag, looking down at it, probably thinking if he had forgotten something. I stood up and cracked the window open, feeling the cold December wind hit my face. It was a raw afternoon, I took another drag from my cigarette, watching the sky.
"Looks like it'll snow tonight", I said and retreated to my bed.
"Open it all the way Matt", he demanded zipping the bag closed and getting his jacket that had been thrown on the bed, "I'll be passing though there in a moment."
"Why not use the door?", I asked, defying his request, leaning back against the wall.
"I'm leaving Matty", he replied simply while walking over to me, kneeling down and opening the drawer in my nightstand, picking up the only content of it. The rosary my mother had left me with before abandoning me on the church doorstep. "I'll be taking this with me", he noted and shoved it down his jacket pocket. I didn't mind, he was the religious one, not me. That it was the only thing I had left from my mother, I didn't give a rat's ass, seeing that she abandoned me and all.
Mello looked down on me, sighing.
"Well then, I'll be going", he said and reached for the window, opening it himself.
A hard knot in my stomach started swelling, I had to do something. The thought of Mello leaving, it was terrifying, life ending. I just knew I couldn't go on without him.
Suddenly my body moved on its own, and bless Zelda that it did. With one foot on the window lattice I had grabbed the strap of Mello's bag, holding him back from jumping. Mello turned around and glared angrily at me, but that wouldn't do, not today. I wouldn't let him leave.
"Mail…", he warned me, not moving from the window, "let go…"
My fist clenched around the strap, knuckles getting white.
"No", I said simply meeting his gaze, both pair of eyes equally filled with determination. For a while we stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes.
"Get off!", Mello yelled and heaved the strap over his shoulder for me to let go.
The knot in me finally burst, I pulled back harshly enough to make him step back from the window, falling on top of me on the floor. Hitting my chest furiously with his fists, I rolled around and held his arms firmly at his sides, pinning Mello to the floor, still screaming at me.
"Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go!"
"I WON'T LET YOU GO, MELLO!", I finally shouted back, getting Mello dumbfounded.
His face was so close to mine, his breath hot and sweet from all the chocolate. His icy blue eyes, his pale skin, only slightly flushed from the commotion, and those rosy lips, somewhat parted.
I wanted him.
I was twelve, almost two years ago, when I discovered that I felt something other than friendship towards Mihael Keehl, the Russian mafia kid. After night mass he'd stolen some whine which we shared under silence, it was my anniversary. It was that day, twelve years ago, that father Kelly found me outside the church.
We sat on the floor passing the bottle between us. As always I held the rosary in my left hand, inspecting it closely, as if searching for some answers. It was the only time I ever thought about it, why my mother had abandoned me. I recon it was okay to get blue once a year, as long as I didn't turn into a self-injuring Zoloft-zombie.
I looked up, seeing Mello watching me with the bottle raised halfway to his lips. He didn't pity me, that was what I liked about him. I think he understood, somehow, it seemed like our horrors were comparable.
"You want this?", I asked holding it out at him.
Mello chuckled and drank from the bottle.
"I'm Russian orthodox not catholic, Matty", he said putting away the half empty bottle beside himself. Leaning forward, crawling towards me, I felt something growing in me. I should've been scared, but like always on that day of the year, I was completely apathetic. He took the beads out of my hand, for some reason I noticed his fingers moving across my palm as he did so, setting himself in front of me.
"Besides", he said, gently placing it around my neck, "I think you need it better than I do".
Mello smiled gently at me, stroking my cheek, as I felt the tears starting to burn. He held me as I sobbed against his shoulder, stroking my hair and softly hushed me as I screamed out all my pain and we fell asleep in each other's arms on the floor.
As the day broke, I woke up, ready to continue my life as usual. I opened my eyes and saw Mello, soundly sleeping close to me. His blonde hair scattered over the carpet, a couple of strands across his face. I lay there, watching him sleep, and couldn't stop noticing how beautiful he was. His long lashes, pale cheeks and those pink, soft looking lips. I wanted to touch him.
Not the kind of playful everyday touching, I wanted to caress him, feel him. To my surprise nothing held me back as I reached out and stroked his cheek tenderly. Mello whined in his sleep and shifted his face into my palm before sleepily opening his eyes. I didn't try to cover the embarrassing fact that I was caressing my sleeping best friend, just simply smiled and withdrew my hand from his face.
"Morning, Mells."
Mello looked at me for a while before getting up and going about his daily business. Everything went back to normal, only it didn't, not for me. Something had changed.
I'd counted on him reacting to the incident in some way, like avoiding me or snapping mean remarks at me, but he didn't. The days went on as usual, old habits on repeat. To my surprise, and pleasure, Mello even kept the habit of taking his sweet time getting dressed after his Saturday bath. Walking around in our room, dressed only in his slacks, while drying his hair and reading a book, made it hard for me not to go hide in the bathroom, embarrassed by the rock hard erection in my pants. The steam still lingering, filled with the smell of Mello.
I released myself while thinking of my best friend stretched out on his bed, with his chest bare and hair still moist.
I felt Mello's body tense up under me as I suddenly crashed my lips into his, kissing him lustfully. Even after letting go of his arms to drag my fingers though his soft hair, he didn't move. I opened my eyes to see his closed, feeling his lips starting to respond to mine, letting me into his mouth. His tongue tasted like chocolate.
Mello bit my bottom lip teasingly as I retracted to breathe. He opened his eyes slowly, ice blue, burning.
"Я лювлю теба Маил" (I love you Mail), he whispered, eyes half lidded, blushing deeply.
Feeling a shiver running down my back and the tension building up in my jeans, I closed my eyes and moaned.
"Oooh… You're so bloody hot when you speak Russian, Mells!"
As I opened my eyes again I saw Mello smirking, eyes filled with something savage. He slid his hands under my t-shirt up my back, dragging his nails against my skin, it felt brilliant. By now I didn't want him, I needed him, desperately.
With a few squirms Mello was out of his jacket and I locked his legs, pressed up against his chest, with my arms on either side of him, rubbing the bulge in my pants distinctly against his tight jean clad ass, watching, imagining how he'd feel around my cock. Mello gasped and I caught his lips with mine, intensely kissing him as I reached down between us, pleased to feel a hardening bulge on Mello as well.
With a hard push I hit my back against the wall, half laid on the floor.
"Easy going there, Mihael…", I grunted, grabbing my shoulder, sore from hitting the wall.
Mello crawled towards me with a feline smirk on his lips, almost making me cum in my pants. He leaned down to my crotch, slowly starting to unbutton my pants with slim fingers. I felt how my breath hitched when he bit by bit unzipped the zipper and dragged my boxers down, releasing my throbbing member from its constrictions. Dragging his fingertips against my shaft, smearing the dripping pre-cum and then seductively licking it off of his fingers, sending shivers up my back and twitches to my cock.
Mello chuckled lowly before engulfing my length all the way to the root, making me throw back my head and moan loudly.
"Aaaahn… Mell-hhn…"
Starting to bob his head up and down I felt me drawing nearer a release, feeling his wamr and moist cheeks and tongue around my cock, it was too much. It was too good.
Mello timed himself well, just before I was about to shoot a load down his throat he stopped, looking up, licking his lips. I breathed heavily, reaching out to touch his face. He leaned into my palm as I caressed him, brushing my thumb over his kiss-bruised lips. I let my hands follow his body down to the rim of his long-sleeved shirt dragging it up and over his head, displaying his slender upper body. His smooth skin and light pink nipples looked so innocent, I wanted to destroy that innocence pull him into my personal chaos.
The beast in me that'd just a couple of minutes ago been denied his orgasm sprung forward, pressing Mello back on the floor, ravaging his mouth. With his legs pressed back to his chest again, I could easily tug his boots off, and with only a couple of "click"s and "ziiip"s Mello laid beneath me, completely naked. I swiftly pulled my t-shirt off, connecting our skins, yet wanting to get even closer.
I paused, looking deep into Mello's eyes, seeing those flames, confirming that he was with me before reaching down, tugging down my pants and boxers, placing myself at his entrance. Mello winced at the feel of my head pressing against him, calming him down with another shower of kisses he relaxed enough for me to push all the way into him. Mello screamed a high pitched cry into my lips and I felt him clenching around me. Terrified with hurting him to the extent of tears rolling down his face I concentrated on keeping perfectly still, kissing him carefully. Lips, brow, face, neck, I wanted to taste every little bit of him.
Still breathing hard, having stopped his whines and replaced them with moans I felt him starting to rock his hips against my member, still clenched by his insides. Supporting myself against his legs, I leaned back, looking down on the mess I'd made out of this perfection of a man. Glistening with sweat, eyes gone dark with lust, a high flush on his cheeks, I'd remember this display forever.
Relieved to see pleasure and not pain in Mello's face as I pulled out I pushed back in extracting the sweetest moans possible.
"Naaahn… Matt… Hnnnh…"
With my own groans getting deeper, I reached down and grabbed his leaking member and pumped it with the rhythm of my thrusts, plunging deeper, harder and faster with every thrust. Clenching his eyes together, breathing faster, I knew he was close.
I leaned down, nipping at his earlobe, whispering sweetly.
"Mihael, love, cum with me…"
I pounded into Mello with all my might, feeling him tighten up around me while we both spilled our semen under unison cries for each other.
Slumping on top of Mello, still panting like a maniac, I slid out of him, hearing a small whine as I did so. I stood up and watched Mello, naked and sticky from his own orgasm, exhausted, nearly asleep. I smiled as I thought; You ain't going anywhere soon, love. I turned around and closed the window, seeing white flakes fall from a pitch black sky.
"Mells", I knelt and shook him lightly, "Mello, you wanna go to bed?"
Drowsily shaking his head Mello tugged at my arm to embrace him, so I did. I held him dearly, nuzzling my nose into his soft hair, inhaling his scent, as we laid on the floor again.
"Mello?", I whispered, Mello hummed lightly, letting me know he was still awake. "You know I don't understand a single word Russian, right?"
Mello turned and buried his face into my chest, mumbling something as he fell asleep.
"I love you Mells", I whispered while feeling sleep drawing nearer, "so don't you dare fucking leave me…"
When I woke up the day after, I was alone under a blanket that Mello had been kind enough to cover me with, before disappearing through the window, leaving it open.
Hope it wasn't all crap.
In the next chapter I'll be taking the liberty of introducing a new character, X.
Look forward to it ^^''